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whereianonymouslypostfics · 2 years ago

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Sushi

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4k

Summary: First date

A/N: This is pure fluff and secondhand embarrassment. Buckle up

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, very slight angst.

You have only really gotten nauseous a couple of times in your life. Once in math class in high school and another when you were younger. Your immune system was notoriously robust and you are grateful for not having to suffer through the common cold more than once or twice in your life. You credited this to your great sleep schedule and your exposure to germs early on, but who really knew why you were more impermeable to illness than others your age.

None of this matters now though as you walk into your favorite sushi restaurant and have to stop in the doorway because you feel so sick. You’re so anxious you feel nauseous and you hope to God, you don’t embarrass yourself by vomiting all over this nice clean carpet. You take a deep breath before walking further into the restaurant to greet the host. It’s nice and dark in here given that the sun has gone down at this point, and it’s just the occasional chandelier that illuminates the tables that each have their own set of candles. The ambiance is nicer than most sushi joints which is why you chose it for your first date. The thought that it would be harder to see you sweat or flush definitely crossed your mind as well.

“Hi there, how can I help you?”

You tell her you have a reservation for two, and then your name, and when her face lights up you realize you’re not as early as you thought.

“Oh, she’s here already. Let me take you to your table.”

You’re still trying to count your breaths as you come up to the table where Wanda’s sitting. She looks as calm as you feel and you can’t help but smile at this. You take one last deep breath before thanking the hostess as she leaves you two to your meal. Wanda had requested a table in the back corner because despite being in the dark, she didn’t want to risk being recognized. She’d looked into this place as soon as you mentioned wanting to come here, and once she’d deemed it as acceptable, she’d told you she’d be there. Wanda arrived about fifteen minutes early because she couldn’t help herself and she wanted to scope the place out. She’d just gotten seated when you walk in, and she takes a moment to admire your outfit before realizing that you were standing in front of her.

“Hi.”

Seeing how anxious you look makes her feel a little better about her own nerves. She’s glad that you don’t seem uninterested because she’d been a little worried that you’d just felt obligated to say yes when she’d asked you out. She knew as an introvert that she hated to tell people no, but she’d learned quickly how to do it because her job demanded it. She could tell that despite being a little more comfortable with her the second time, you were pretty reserved and she wouldn’t be surprised if you’d agreed initially only to immediately regret it.

Wanda surprises both of you as she stands up and pulls you in to a quick hug. The two of you had talked a little bit during the two weeks since meeting, and she was really hoping that this went well. She couldn’t wait to get to know you better and figure out if you’re as kind as you seem.

You are oddly calmed by the hug that Wanda gives you and you find yourself smiling by the time you sit down across from her.

“It’s good to see you again.”

The smile on your face widens as you nod in agreement and place your hands in your lap to keep from fidgeting. As soon as the waiter comes by to give you a glass of water, you have to stop yourself from fiddling with it.

“You too. I hope you like sushi, and you aren’t surprised by how much of it I end up eating.”

Wanda laughs at this and you feel yourself flush at the sound. It’s as beautiful as you thought it would be and you remind yourself not to be weird about it before looking back to the woman across from you. She’s wearing a cute black dress that you wish you could see more of, and a jacket is hanging off her seat along with her purse. You take a sip of your water, trying to relax as Wanda shakes her head in response.

“I do, I was really looking forward to this. I can’t eat too many of them, so I’m sure you’ll beat me.”

You don’t bother to tell her that your record is 20 sushi rolls in one sitting because that was a special night, and you’re not sure you have the stomach for that tonight. Literally. You’ve been a little nauseous all day because of how anxious you were about this date, but as you continue to sit with Wanda and just get to know her your stomach starts to settle and you find that you’re enjoying her company more than you could have hoped.

“You look great by the way. Not that I’m surprised.”

It’s hard to tell in the low light, but you swear you see Wanda blush at your compliment. You’re not just saying it to flirt either. You firmly believe that Wanda is incapable of not looking good. She takes a moment to look you over as well and you fight the urge to shift in your seat under the scrutiny. That damn head tilt makes you feel hot under her gaze.

“Thank you. That’s sweet, but I was just thinking the same about you.”

You hide your blush in your menu as you pretend to try and figure out what you’ll be eating. You already know because you’d looked at the menu ahead of time, and you were getting at least two rolls. Wanda barely looks at the menu as she considers what she’d like to know about you most. She knows that you’re a little on edge, but she wants you both to relax. She really likes you and unless you do something intentionally rude or say something troubling, she’s sure she’ll see you again.

“How have you been since I last saw you?”

Wanda smiles despite how her mind goes to how much blood she’d spilled in that time. She’d been very busy at work and had only managed a message or two to you a day, and those were mostly at night. She was usually greeted by a couple long messages about what you’d done that day, or random questions that you had for her. She found your rambling endearing, and seeing that you did it in person made her affection for you grow.

“I’ve been busy, but that’s normal. How about you? Are classes going, okay?”

If you notice her abrupt topic change you don’t mention it. You just shrug as you mention that you’ve mostly been doing the same thing. You go to class then go to your place to study or sleep. You sometimes go to the campus theater to watch movies, but you haven’t done this recently. The most interesting thing you’d done recently was...

“Eh physics still sucks, as usual, but I got to play with ferrets today.”

You’d had a lab for one of your classes that dealt with animal handling and you’d basically just practiced holding and examining ferrets. You jokingly called them furry snakes because they were so slippery and hard to hold onto if they didn’t want to sit still. Wanda’s eyes widen at this and she struggles to remember what a ferret looks like, but you’re already taking out your phone to show her a picture taken today. You show her one of you holding the ferret up beside your face and smiling widely at the camera. She can’t help but smile widely at how cute you both look.

“Aww you look so happy. Do you get to do that kind of thing a lot?”

You and Wanda spend a few minutes talking about your classes before the waiter returns to take your orders. Once he’s gone Wanda returns her attention to you with a sigh. It honestly sounds great to take classes and get to learn about something you’re interested in. She’s reminded how a few short years ago she was college bound too. She tries not to dwell on this as she watches you sit up in your chair with a groan.

“You know, you never told me what you do. I mean you’ve mentioned work, but never any specifics.”

You’re too busy berating yourself for sounding so inarticulate to notice Wanda’s minute flinch. She’d known this question would come up, but she had been hoping it would be later in the night. She knows that her answer always causes an awkward pause and a hint of suspicion no matter how she puts it. She refuses to lie outright, but she supposed she’s not really telling the truth no matter what she says.

Wanda twists her napkin tightly in her lap as she tries to offer you a sheepish smile. You really hadn’t asked her much about her work since you two started talking. She’s told you she was always busy and you realized quickly that she meant that.

“I work with my brother. We inherited the family business. Shipping and transport.”

Wanda has to keep herself from cringing at how inaccurate this is. Sure she moves things, but it’s mostly drugs, guns and money. It’s not something she’s going to tell you any time soon though. She needs to see if you two even have a future before she gets too far ahead of herself.

The frown on your face is a response that Wanda’s familiar with, but you don’t say what she expects and she fails to hide her surprise. You’re mostly focused on what she said about her family and you can’t help but commiserate with her loss.

“I’m sorry about your parents. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been.”

Wanda’s already shaking her head because despite it being a miserable few months, and then a long couple of years after, it could have been worse. She was just lucky to have her brother with her and she says this with a small smile.

“Thanks, but it wasn’t all bad. My brother helped a lot. “

You watch as her mind wanders to the other Maximoff and you wonder if and when you’ll ever get to meet him. Instead of asking about this, you decide to try and learn more about Wanda. You feel like you’ve been monopolizing the conversation and you suddenly feel the need to make up for it.

“You’re close with him?”

Wanda can’t help but laugh at this because she wasn’t always. Despite being basically the same age, he’d always throw the fact that he was minutes older than her and therefore the big brother in her face during arguments. He’d been obnoxious for a while, but as they both grew up and tried to navigate their family dynamic, they grew closer and Pietro more protective of his sister.

“We’re twins, but if you ask Pietro, he’ll say he’s older.”

You laugh at this and can’t help but ask. “How much older is he?”

Wanda rolls her eyes at the thought of her brother’s smug face before resting her head on her hand as she shoots you a disappointed look.

“Like 12 minutes or something.”

You laugh again and Wanda smiles despite the fact that you’re enjoying her misery. It used to be a touchy subject, but now she’s just accepted that she will forever be the younger twin.

“But other than literally, yes, we’re pretty close. We had to be after our parents died. We both suddenly had to step up and it was nice to have each other for support.”

Your smile turns down slightly at the sound of this. You didn’t have the same experience, but that didn’t matter as much as the clear grief you saw flash across Wanda’s face at the thought of her parents. You feel guilty for bringing this up, and you try to figure out how to redirect the conversation to safer territory.

“I’m glad you two had each other.”

Wanda smiles at your kindness before she finds herself glancing around the restaurant out of habit. She can’t help it but when she sees nothing suspicious, she looks back to you quickly. She wonders what you’re thinking about right now because she can tell from the look in your eyes that you are deep in thought. She decides not to break the comfortable silence and she spends the next couple of minutes admiring you. You’re looking a little brighter than the first time she saw you, definitely less anxious and she’s finally noticed your dimples. They’re so cute she has to resist the urge to pinch your cheeks whenever you smile.

As Wanda’s appreciating your looks, you’re busy thinking about how something’s not adding up. You believe that Wanda works with her brother and that her parents are really dead. She wasn’t lying about that, and you’re not even sure that she’s lying about her job. It’s just, you can’t help but be stuck on the fact that she’d been at your school one day for something, and you can’t imagine it was shipping-related. You suppose you could just be obtuse and you’re missing something obvious, but your instincts are telling you that you’re not.

You’re shifting in your chair as you stare at the rings on Wanda’s fingers thoughtfully. You suppose that you don’t need to know everything about Wanda tonight. That would be moving way too fast, but you’ll definitely keep this question filed away for a later date where it’s more appropriate to ask.

You hadn’t realized you’d spaced out staring at Wanda’s hands until she speaks up. Realizing you’ve missed something; you shoot her an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Wanda merely smiles before she repeats her question. It’s an easy one and she loves how your face lights up when you hear it.

“Since I know your goal is vet school, I have to ask. Do you have any pets?”

Despite your reaction, you shake your head relatively quickly. You unfortunately have neither the money nor the time for pets right now despite wanting several. You’d like dogs, cats and a couple of rats in the future. You’d also like a pig, but that seems less likely due to zoning laws.

“I don’t, but I really want a big dog because they’re the best for cuddling. I also want a couple of cats even though they destroy your sleep schedule.”

You mention wanting rats and a pig, and you’re still talking by the time your food arrives. You seem surprised when it shows up and you steal a glance at your phone to see the time and you nearly flush in embarrassment.

“Oh my god. I’ve been talking this entire time. I’m sorry. I’m not usually like this.”

She can’t help but wonder what you mean by this and she’s tilting her head again as she watches you flush prettily. You’re nervous again and despite not liking this, Wanda wants to take advantage of your rambling to find out what’s on your mind.

“What do you mean by that? But just for the record, I don’t mind. I like listening to you.”

Your flush deepens and you clear your throat before grabbing your chopsticks with a nervous smile. You break them in half but don’t hurry to eat as you realize how to explain what you hadn’t meant to let slip. You didn’t go on many dates for several reasons. You didn’t have time given you were in a student, and you honestly had no motivation to date online. You hated how superficial everything seemed and you only occasionally chatted with women but it never went anywhere.

The couple of first dates you’d gone on you hadn’t done most of the talking. You only really did that when you wanted to know something or if you were truly interested in your date. This is the case tonight and you know that it’s risky to say so soon, but you can’t help how you feel so comfortable with Wanda already. You watch her take out her own chopsticks and easily grab a roll from her plate. You look away so you don’t follow its path to her mouth and you sigh in defeat before deciding to just be honest. That’s the most important part of starting any kind of relationship, and whether you and Wanda end up together or just as friends, you want to do this right.

“I’m usually more of a listener because when I like someone well enough, I want to know more about them.”

Wanda’s in the middle of chewing when you say this, and you’re a little distracted by how well that came out. You weren’t usually that smooth and you decide to focus on your food for a minute like Wanda. She’s smiling but you miss it as you put a whole roll in your mouth to eat it the way your best friend had taught you. Apparently, it was a crime to cut or break up the sushi in any way, but you weren’t going to hold that against anyone.

Wanda finishes chewing before she decides to be truthful as well. She’s glad to hear that you’re still interested after tonight, and she has to stop herself from asking you when she’ll see you next. It’s hard to say with her schedule, but she’d try to make anything work if she could see you again.

“That’s good to know because I like you too.”

You smile around your food and you look back down at your plate quickly to hide your grin. You still hear Wanda laugh but you ignore it for now as you reach for your napkin to wipe your mouth. You can’t stop your wide smile as you watch Wanda struggle to keep her halved sushi together.

“You need to eat it whole, Wands. Or else it falls apart.”

You don’t notice that you dropped the nickname you’d only said to yourself, but Wanda does as she gives up trying to salvage this particular roll with a smile.

“I know, but it won’t fit in my mouth or I end up looking like a hamster.”

You’re not sure which part your find funnier, but you’re laughing to the point you start tearing up at the image of Wanda with cheeks stuffed full of sushi. She shoots you an offended look that’s mostly playful, but you’re already trying to apologize through your tears.

“I-I’m sorry, you’re right. It’s not for everyone I guess.”

As you say this you reach your hand out across the table to grab her free hand and despite jumping slightly, she takes it easily. You hum happily and hold her hand while you watch her try to take your advice. She picks up another roll, this one slightly larger than the other and you can’t help but practically snort as she tries to fit it all.

“Stick it in your mouth, come on. Ju--.”

You trail off as you realize how that sounded and Wanda pauses as well and watches as your face gets red and you cover your eyes with a groan.

“You know what I meant…”

You and Wanda spend the rest of your dinner laughing and exchanging childhood stories as you manage to finish the rest of your food. You even order dessert because you don’t want the night to end, and Wanda’s drinking coffee as if she has to stay up late. She sighs when she realizes that it’s almost closing. She hadn’t planned on staying this long, but she enjoyed your company and really didn’t want to leave. She knows that she doesn’t have a choice though and once the bill is paid the two of you are walking out of the restaurant. You’re quick to grab her arm as you lead her outside, and she shivers slightly as the cool air hits her.

“I had a really good time tonight, Y/n.”

You’re pulling her closer to you so she can warm up a little, and it takes all of her self-control not to sink into your hold and never leave. You nod in agreement and quickly lead her toward the parking lot that is mostly empty at this point. You see your car but you’re wondering which is hers as you dare to hope that she’d want to see you again.

“I did too, Wands…is it okay if I call you that?”

When the brunette just nods before pulling you toward a black car at the corner of the lot you follow her lead. You’re smiling at her approval before stopping just short of Wanda’s car so she can grab her keys.

“I’d really like to see you again.”

Wanda can’t stop herself from pulling away slightly so she can kiss your cold-flushed cheek. As you turn toward her, your smile widens and you look to her lips before meeting her gaze with a lopsided grin.

“I’d love that.”

You nod absentmindedly as you release your hold on the brunette so she can get in her car and get warm. You nod again before stepping away as Wanda gets in and starts it with a sigh.

“Where are you parked?”

You throw a look over your shoulder before saying that it’s the other car in the lot and Wanda sighs before rolling down her window so she can get in but still talk to you.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you next time?”

You nod but make no move toward your car as you just watch Wanda put on her seatbelt. You consider just turning to leave right now but it doesn’t feel right. You don’t want to leave and something tells you that Wanda doesn’t either, or else she’d be gone. You decide that this is enough for you to find the courage to walk back over to Wanda before she can drive off.

She looks up at you and is about to ask what’s on your mind when you lean against her car and duck inside the window to meet her lips in a chaste kiss. Wanda finds herself chasing after you when you pull away a few seconds later. She’s smiling though, you both are and she’s about to speak up but you beat her to it.

“I need to go before I freeze, but I just wanted to do that first.”

The look Wanda shoots you makes you want to stay, but you know that would be a bad idea.

‘”I’m glad you did.”

You grab her slightly warmer hand in yours before kissing it with a grin as you start walking away.

“Goodnight, Wands. I’ll see you soon.”

As Wanda watches you walk back to your car she wonders how far you’ll be willing to go for her. Will you be like the others and run for the hills when the truth comes out, or will you surprise her? She tries not to think about this too hard as she follows you out of the lot and turns the opposite way to head home. She sighs happily before realizing that she just needs to enjoy this feeling while it lasts. She wants so desperately for you to be different, but only time will tell.

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madthetruemad · 6 days ago

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Heyyy, I’m backkkk.

I just had an interesting thought for maybe a side story/ au in an au???. Imagine in the side stories Jing yuan and y/n switched places and instead of y/n being the princess, she’s the emperor while yuan is the poor hostage prince and he has to watch while y/n flirts with the handsome looking male servants. 🤭🤭

Also imagining fei fei in a compression shirt, I’m sadge hoyo didn’t really give her visible muscles cuz muscular women are hot too hoyo‼️‼️

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Re reading pure imagination made me realize that I have a thing for a hawt and dangerously manipulative Jing yuan 😳😳. Gurl u write him perfectlyyyy 👍👍👍.

I think it’s kinda similar to an otome game called ‘piofiore no banshou’ not free but it’s in an Italy setting with very handsome mafia bosses and one Chinese mafia boss who has the same va as karma from assassination classroom and Floyd leech from twisted wonderland.

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Are we gonna get a training montage from Jing yuan and fei fei? I would imagine the lion and the wolf fighting over the hamster and what better way to settle it than a spar with y/n as the referee/umpire. I just imagine showing off and flexing their muscles to y/n to increase the odds of her choosing one of them. (Or both is fine too 😩😩)

Just get fei fei drunk and she’ll annihilate the whole training grounds 💀💀

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I do think I like the fact that fei fei is not back stabbing per se but more of stopping yuan since she does care and respect him.

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I like to think that Jing yuan did like y/n from the moment they met in the palace but couldn’t rlly get a finger on why so he kinda just ditched her.

I also think he would really cry and apologize when he ‘reunites’ with y/n. And this prolly where he goes crazy at night taking her 😳😳😳😳. I mean, the maids can’t possibly compare to his one and only love right?

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And being a civil engineer is fun overall but there are definitely some annoying parts. I think most of my class can agree that bridges lessons are THE GOAT. It was so fkn fun. You would make your own bridge with chopsticks and see if it can withstand a set amount of weight. I was chosen as the person who would stand on the bridge replica so I was kinda scared, but thank god my friends did not let me down and I fell like maybe 4 times? I’m more on the shorter and lighter side so I think it was a pretty fun lesson and everyone got a laugh out of it.

Sometimes you don’t want to break it to an architect that the design won’t simply hold in earthquakes, tornadoes, etc etc bcz they just look so happy showing off their very pretty but not functional designs that I just kinda go:

How about aerospace engineering? I think the math required for aerospace engineering is more than civil engineering but share some opinions, ye? Have a slay day/ night ❤️❤️❤️

XD I was actually thinking about doing a side story! It was going to be called "The Emperor Made Laws Fair" and it was going to be set in the past and highlight jing yuan's fight against sunday

Hoyo is too scared to give us a muscular woman. A hot mommy? Sure. But never a muscular one (even if they are supposed to be super strong) 😔

I'm glad you like how write him!

And... I may have played that game 🫣

I think ill add a training scene XD probably highlighting jing yuan a bit more with fei showing up later to steal the spotlight lmao

Yeah, fei just wants to help 😌

*nods* he got her since she piqued his interest, but couldn't figure out why he got her, so he just left her to her own devices until he got suspicious that she was an enemy and killed her, got bored of her, etc.

Though, there will be a major plot twist regarding why he kept killing her in the later chapters!!

😳 when he realizes who she is, it'll definitely be interesting

I remember doing the stick bridge thing back at a votech i went to! (Before I went to college there was a votech that offered a "pre-engineering" course) ANYWAY, it was definitely fun so I can understand where you're coming from XD

Breaking it to the architect must be quite the hassle 💀

There is a lot of math!! I had to take up to calculus 4 (considered the highest calculus we have at the college i went to), theoretical math, and then math regarding the actual aircraft and all that.

The only thing I truly dislike about it is when my contracts give me a job with an idea that is so far out there that we have to fix everything

And when we are sent out to test and aircraft and they don't have anything ready (like we let them know we're coming and everything lol). In regards to testing though, it's quite fun. We travel everywhere in the U.S and sometimes out of country too. And when we test and aircraft we're basically approving it for flight so that's always a good thing XD (I think the most exciting aircraft i tested was a WWE plane down in Florida)

And I hope you have a great day too!!

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rom-e-o · 2 years ago

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Oddly Specific Constance Headcanons (Questions by rpmemestbh)

How does your muse feel about seafood?

Constance is a New York girlie, and LOVES SEAFOOD! Lobster, clams, oysters, all of it. She’s one of those people who can shoot oysters raw with no help.

What is their favorite piece of technology?

Well, this is mid-1800s London, haha, so ‘technology’ doesn’t really apply. Still, if she had to pick, probably the abacus. While she can do math decently fast in her head, her memory can be spotty, so the abacus really helps!

When did they lose their virginity?

Constance lost her virginity at age 20 on her wedding night with her first husband, Orin Gustav Spiegler.

Was there anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

Her mother urged her to learn French (which she didn’t love or hate). She was much more passionate about mathematics and physics.

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

Losing her mother or loved ones. When her father (Arthur) passed away, it was said all of New York heard her wail that day. Once she marries Ebenezer, she’s terrified of losing him as well. Once she has children, she’s terrified of losing them. “You can’t die before me - I can’t make it alone!”

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

Physical violence or a desire for non-con activities. This is in addition to the list of other things like…being a murderer, etc.

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

She is horribly embarrassed of likenesses painted when she was a young girl. She was an awkward little thing (beaver teeth, cowlicked bangs, the works). She truly believes there are no ugly people in the world…except her when she was a child, as heartbreaking as that is.

What keeps your muse up at night?

Silly things, usually. Her mind has a hard time slowing down. She’ll roll over and be like, “Hey. Do you think sharks sleep? If they do…do they sink? That sounds sad.”

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Chronic pain from two broken femurs from a nasty fall down the stairs.

Does your muse get carsick seasick?

Thankfully, no! She actually has a pretty strong stomach when it comes to food, drink and travel!

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

Nope!

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed?

If Constance is silent, something is wrong. If she stops taking care of herself (doesn’t bathe, clean teeth, change clothes) things are REALLY wrong.

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

Not a candy, but she like sarsaparilla. She’s a bigger fan of baked goods, where raspberry tarts and sugar cookies are her favorite.

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

She loves anything by Mozart, so I’d say anything by him.

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Probably her mother, because they’ve known each other the longest. It’s always playful bickering though, never serious.

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized?

After Orin pushed her down the stairs, she was hospitalized for an extended period. She was also previously hospitalized for an attempted s*icide. In both cases, doctors were paid off by her ex-husband to keep media coverage quiet.

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

Constance really isn’t the praying type. Not that she doesn’t keep people in her thoughts or wish them well, but since religion wasn’t big part of her life, it’s not an action she defaults to. That being said, she is a believer in karma.

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

No, never. She recognizes her privilege and is very thankful of that.

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters)

Her New York accent comes out more strongly when she’s frantic or scared.

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

Connie was adopted at age two by her parents, Theresea and Arthur DoGoode. She knows nothing of her family before them – not her lineage, not her ethnicity, not her ancestry, not her bloodline, nothing.

When did your muse learn about sex?

Her parents were quite progressive and made sure she was educated on sex once she reached you adolescence.

What is your muse most thankful for?

Her family and loved ones. She truly treasures the people in her life.

What shoe size is your muse?

I….have not thought of this before. Haha. Um…7.5?

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

She likes her middle name! It’s ‘Albany.’ It’s unconventional, in her mind! A fun conversation-starter, for sure.

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

Yeah, 1800s London, haha. She reads when she can, but since she’s an extrovert and a workaholic, she tends to spend more time socializing with company than spending time alone with entertainment like music or books.

Does your muse have any trophies?

She graduated from a women’s college in Maine, which was a monumental achievement at the time!

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

Probably not. She’s outgoing and vibrant, but only really daring if she has to be.

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

“It’ll be fine!”

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

She had a brown cat growing up named Sugar.

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

Connie’s first kiss was another female classmate in school. Her name was Cecile, and one day, the two girls skipped French lessons to get fresh in a closet. Many were jealous of Cecile that day, haha.

What is your muse’s first memory?

Seeing the giant Christmas trees across New York during the holidays. Her parents would buy fresh donuts, and the three would go on long walks, hand-in-hand, to watch the lightings and decorations. This was also when the little girl experienced her first snowfall.

How does your muse feel about crocs?

She would hate them, lmao. She is NOT the kind of person to insult anyone’s outfit or taste (unless you’re a jerk, then you’ve earned it) but she is very much a “I will wear six-inch heels gardening” girl, so casual/comfort isn’t her thing. Not bad, just not her thing.

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

Of someone tries to talk to her while she’d working or trying to work through problems, she will get short really quick. Not exactly angry, but definitely snippy.

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

Her 40th birthday, because a few days later, she gave birth to her first child with her second (and final) husband, Ebenezer Scrooge.

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

She constantly crosses her legs, even though it makes her pain flare up. Old habits die hard.

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Walking. She’s a klutz. She’ll fall, topple, trip multiple times a day. She always laughs it off, but it does give Ebenezer a scare every time.

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

No, but she would have LOVED them.

What was your muses’s first job?

In her late teen’s she cut her teeth in the banking scene by working as a secretary in one of her father’s offices in New York.

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

DARE, 1000% She always immediately regrets it (one time, eating five dandelions on a dare) but always proceeds to choose ‘dare’ again the next time anyway.

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

Constance adored symphonies and operas, and goes as often as she can. Once she and Ebenezer begin their courtship, and after they marry, the theater is a common place to find the couple.

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

New Year’s! She loves the glitz, the glamor, the parties, etc.!

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

Nope. She’s not superstitious, so in the trash those letters go!

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

She doesn’t remember her parents leaving her, but she does remember the loss of her father Arthur. She spent days weeping, then weeks in near silence.

Would your muse ever roleplay?

OH YES. Constance loves social engagement theater, flamboyant trends, singing – all these things would culminate into her being a perfect roleplay partner!

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

I know nothing about Harry Potter, so I’m gonna skip this one, lmao. I have absolutely no clue which I’d choose for her.

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Not really a thought, just…an appreciation for being alive. This comes after her divorce from Orin. Before they separated, her thoughts were much darker, although she never expressed them publicly.

Name a song your muse can sing every word to.

She loves party songs and other nursery rhymes. She also has a soft spot for sea shanties.

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

Her mother, Ebenezer, and (really) all her close friends/family and their children. When Orin threatens Tiny Tim with violence unless Constance comes to him, she does so willingly and without a second for her own life.

Also, for lost animals. If a dog was stuck on the train tracks, she’d hop down to save it. A dumpster on fire with a cat screaming inside? She’ll jump into trash.

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

Ah, the subject of many tabloid gossip columns across New York and London, haha! Well, it’s a secret, of course! 😉

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

Abuse, in every form. Predation. Cruelty. Psychological.

#headcanons #oc constance dogoode #scrooge x oc

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andiniseprijadi · 2 months ago

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2024 So Far,

In recent years, I hardly drowned myself into writing in English. Albeit I write tonnes of words every day due to my work life (now I'm a scriptwriter, lol), none of them are written in English. I'm feeling like losing my skills. Before it gets worse, let's make some reflections about what I was doing, what I thought, and what drawbacks made me confused during these short eleven months. Tbh, I think this year is moving at the speed of lightning. Last year around this time, I was busy with my workload, and so is now in fact.

January

I barely remembered what I was doing around that month. I think after celebrating New Year's Eve at my aunt's house, I spent two weeks off playing with my little baby. On 3 January, I started to cook and give weaning food to her. It didn't always go well because there were some moments she would close her mouth up or vomit my cooking. Also, during this month I was struggling to improve her weight. Besides all the hardship, this month I just bought my first iPhone (thanks to my hubby for that), enrolling myself in a gymnastics class to lose weight (still thriving though).

February

My little baby was hospitalised due to diarrhea. I didn't know what the cause was, but it was one of the thriving moments in my life since I felt so miserable as a mom. People said if something bad happens to a child, the most gullible one to blame is the mom. Yes, it was me. This month I was overwhelmed with my work too. As a matter of fact, I wasn't that busy compared to the last 3 months before, but idk, there were so many things that occupied my thoughts and made it hard to write. However, I learnt that I need to always triple-check my work before I submit it. Read again and again and again.

March

It was a fasting month. The struggles still go on in terms of baby weight. I went to several doctors in Jogja to consult about her health. It was also the very last month my baby went to K daycare. I had to move her to the closer one since it would be more accessible for us. I cut the transportation budget and, thank God, this month I could divert the cuts for my baby's savings. I started to pinch the pennies and moved them to our "dream house" savings. Again, with the help of Allah, in November 2024, it is quadrupled from the actual target. Alhamdulillah.

April

It is an Eid Mubarak! I went to Banten to visit Almarhum Ayah and Almarhumah Mama Mertua. It was very fun to meet up with families, go to a beach, and spend nights together with the feeling of warmth. We did our first sewn Eid outfits too! It cost around 2 million in total (a bit shocked since it didn't match my math, but fine).

May

It was an exhausting month. Again, we had to see the doctors because my baby had a long cough and flu. My work was quite challenging, and for the first time, I got a not-so-good score (I wish it would never happen again). Sometimes I felt emotionally and physically drained. I had to juggle with everything. Like, man, being a mom means you had a lot to do, to think of, to be prepared for. I'm writing this doesn’t mean I hate being a mom. I loved it! I'm happy with my sugar little family life, but mom needs to rant sometimes, don't you?

June

Everything went smoothly. But I lost my dear ten-year-old cat, Mona. He passed away after having a serious illness. I won't write a lot because it is aching. I really love him, and I hope we meet again someday in Jannah. You know, he's more than a cat; he's my dear friend. Sometimes he comes into my dreams, just like telling me that he never really leaves. I love you, Mona.

July

We went for a trip. In Singapore and Malaysia. It was very fun <3

Yet, we heard some unhappy news, at which my hubby failed his final test of OJK selection. I saw him disappointed since it was his first failure (lol). But I cheered him up and said, "There's a lot of opportunities out there. Don't you worry? If something is not destined for you, then it's not." Then several months later, we heard some good news about his career, his personal goals, and his innate passion for entrepreneurship. Alhamdulillah.

I think been a lot of writing. I had to stop here and continue another six months later on. Praise to Allah, who always gives His mercy, love, and blessings to me and my family. Despite the setbacks, failures, and hardships, He never leaves and always gives us a better plan and a better life than we thought.

#reflection

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ribbitdeltarune · 3 months ago

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the post like i said. its been 2 days later (maybe a bit more. im a bit late at this point..) But! 14 of november! My birthday !!! :p didnt do anything for myself but i did spend some (more like a ton) time with friends

so ahead will just be rambling . read if u want

Alriiight so. i am. Dead. i dont post very often . Thats bcuz i dont actually have a active online presence when it comes 2 posting lol this is sorta my first time . however i did post a few times on twitter before and got a decent following but that was basically never anyway . Thank you all for (checks notes) 19 followers! That. is a first actually

however i also kinda have 2 apologize since i dont post a lot which makes this account.. uh, semi-inactive? shrug. as i did mention before in a prev post i am holding back a lotta stuff that i havent posted yet . oops! i personally dont like posting irl photos because 1) i am actually dogwater at taking photos, 3) my camera quality sucks and 2) i dont actually draw on A4 paper very often or like notebook paper at all lol. (its this small one thats more like a notebook to write stuff down stuff you gotta remember, an agenda or whatever. not like i care i use it to draw anyway. it aint got lines its just full white paper (sometimes colored depending on the one i buy) so its for drawing in my view.) but the bad thing is most drawings i made of ribbit so far are... On Paper.

Now. I can just upload them as is but i dont like doing that . i can also just make them digital drawings but if you think im capable of doing that without immediately doing something else you may be wrong

Speaking of thats mostly why this acc is also semi-inactive . whenever i DO draw digitally im probably also doing another thing at the same time so i get distracted and then get stuck on doing something else completely and forget i have to draw!!! Oopsies. im also bad at executing things (''man im gonna draw ribbit right now'' (doesnt do it) (its also a 50/50 if i actually do it or not)) so thats part of it. do i Think posting and/or drawing ribbit stuff is a chore? Not really. i actually like drawing stuff 4 this fandom and im attached 2 the characters + the mod anyway so its not like im gonna stop This soon . not even a year in yet!

I also have a lot of ideas so i hop between 'em a lot (i have so many animations/animatics in mind but guess who cant animate and also drawing frames take longer than just drawing sighs)... thats why most posts on here is just doodles so far .

to be fair though i have been in a . Uh. I guess fine. Maybe a bit bad headspace as of a few weeks now so i havent really gotten the urge/want to post rn and who knows how long that'll take to go away anyway. thinking of trying 2 get sum stuff finished and then queueing a few posts just so i can get some brainworms out of ma head . and Who Knows if i'll really do that. Future Is Mystery!

Oh and to add i still need to finish or get to like maybe the 5th chapter for a fic im working on rn so theres that too. im still on chapter 4 (progress is fine. i think ill rewrite the dream segment?) and then i will Hopefully get 2 work on chapter 5. god bless being unable to execute things AND to spice it up focus on things (sarcasm)

i am however kinda busy these days. Schoolnstuff. I get in drawing moods a lot (literally everyday bro i dont get burnt out easily or get demotivated that much bc i just finish it eventually anyway) but i need to pass math to pass the year itself so maybe no art posts until thats done. i might post every now and then though. Speaking of posting! Did you know VeeReMia is actually a pun on viremia which is, ''a medical term for viruses present in the bloodstream''. vee came first as part of the instrumental theme, and then maxine added the other syllables. Fun isnt it (i cant stop thinking about it now)

Thanks for reading . I think thats all. Maybe. Shrug.

Also current pfp is placeholder i also need 2 make one BANGS FISTS ON TABLE REPEATEDLY

#Wooahh.. Big post.... About things... Serious maybe idk #''you wrote the post how do you not know if its serious or not'' I DONT #🐀.zip #im still in blocktales too as of posting. give me a second #also this is technically ribbit bc Look at my YOU avatar :3

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ykoriana-imperatrix · 1 year ago

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SDC Month - December 2023 - Friday #1

After nearly a year, SDC month returns—I did originally plan to have one this past June, but real life got in the way. Anyway, as I am currently doing better, I was able to have one this year, which is still better than none.

As usual, we start the month with the by now classic 4 sentence fic project. There is a change compared to previous SDC months, however: in order to make the full project easier for myself in terms of time/effort, I decided to share 4 sentence fics thrice a week (on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays), rather than twice. Will this mean more features by canon characters? Only the randomiser can tell.

I. Okiru

The Suths have always had a reputation for eccentricity, but she had not expected something of this sort of the Lymities. Their affinity for numbers and mathematics borders on all-consuming obsession, especially in the cases of her husband and elder daughter. It baffles her, and has made it difficult for her to have much of a bond with Hyperbola. At least—for that she thanks the Twins—her younger daughter is free of her father and sister's madness.

Notes

Okiru is, of course, a fanon character, a non-main line daughter of the God Emperor Qusaqanya. She married into the equally-fanon, math-themed (and -obsessed) House Lymitie, and like Nahanya before her, she found herself experiencing significant culture clash. However, Okiru proved to be more ill-fated than her relation, in that the differences between her husband's family and her own were too great to overcome for the most part. She was not miserable in her marriage exactly, though—but for her closeness to her younger daughter Neperin—she certainly wished things had played out very differently.

#stone dance of the chameleon #the stone dance of the chameleon #sdc month 2 2023 #sdc 4 sentence fics #sdc december 2023 fridays #house of the masks

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katefromoveryonder · 1 year ago

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NEW MOON in Scorpio

Each day, I thank the morning. When the sun comes over the hill, I greet that sun as my Ancestors once did. I use the Druid way of sending peace to the directions and hope this peace ritual creates peace in me -- which is a major task these days.

So, I greet you this New Moon day when the Sun and Moon are in the eighth sign of death and rebirth, of the occult, the mysteries, secrets, passion, and destruction before the phoenix rises. May the nine gods of the sun bless you. Or, whichever god it is you pay homage to.

Long ago and not far away, people all over the earth stopped a moment in their scramble for survival and looked up. In quiet and fleeting moments of reflection, they wondered what it was all about. Why did they have to suffer heat and cold and pain and loneliness, get to enjoy random things like birdsong, sunsets, wildflowers, strawberries, and that crazy wild mystical air just before and just after a storm and at the beginnings and endings of days. Why did they have to battle illness, scramble for shelter, and protect themselves against predators while being a predator themselves to fight for food that got them through another day. Who sentenced them to all this?

That's when they looked up and they looked down. The recognized Mother Gaia and associated closely with her, felt intrinsically that they were made of what She was made of and even in the midst of turmoil, thanked Her for their birth. They looked up after a cold night and felt the warm rising sun on their faces and this, too, they called a God. The earth and the sun became the primary God and Goddess. Night was a Goddess, too. She wore stars that were bright as small suns in those early days. You could travel in the light of those stars, you could travel in the light of the full moon. Or you could sleep as nature intended and rise to greet the morning, resurrecting each day as an echo of the resurrection into each life we've lived.

All the names of all the Gods and all the Goddesses were created by us in our efforts to define that which can't be defined, to contain what can't be contained. We even left clues for ourselves along the way that this was so. Once we created them, they became real and have power.

There is no one exclusive God creator who made all this. That was the downfall of honest wo/men looking up and genuinely giving thanks for the chance to be born and struggle and find joy and find love and suffer pain and die and do it all again. Segmenting that which we call "God" into fragments and saying one is correct and the others are a lie is the beginning of the division between man and that which created man. We pronounce what we were taught as children as the correct and good thing and what others were taught as children as the bad and evil thing . Namaste'.

Some of us don't need Gods or Goddesses at all. Some create our own. Some worship only the material world or the world that science (Still in its infancy) says is real. That all of creation is math-based is the most undeniable thing.

Each religion we created to honor all the god/desses we created holds small hints. Though most of the texts were destroyed by the followers of Jehovah who wanted that one to be the one and only. Old libraries were burned, pagans purged or assimilated. Goddesses were made Saints and their holy days confiscated with churches built on sacred sites.

In trying to grasp and own sacredness, everything sacred was lost. But not irrevocably so. The temples of old were only other houses to gods who could not be housed. Like them, the temples of the modern god will fall. All except one. The one you can find in your own inner landscape.

"Your way is new and wholly made..."

Go greet the life-giving sun. Greet your Ancestors (Honor your father and your mother). Take three breaths as the Druids do to orient yourself -- one with the earth beneath your feet, one with the sky above, one with the seas that surround us. You are alive -- your breath is sacred -- you are a god/dess, creating your day, your life, your story. Hail the Storied Ones! Namaste'

#grandfatherfootsteps

#gods #goddesses #druid prayer

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thesalvationofdoriangray · 2 years ago

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Looking back in life, I realized that it has never been easy. It seems that everything has been challenging since the day I was born. From my mother not taking care of me until I was 3, her psychosis from mental illness, my father's emotional rage and absence to being shamed from church, failed romances, and suffering from drug addiction and bondage. Everyone has a story of shame. It was always hard to get past mine. I'm still learning

I think this epiphany dawned on me today as I was thinking about two things.

1. I work at the ROL food bank and I had a relapse on alcohol and Xanax. I was honest to my boss and mustered up the courage to go back to work. I was thankful to him for giving me another chance. I noticed some people treat me different. I use to have great conversations with some of the aunties. We use to say hi. I noticed when I say hi to some of them now, they're expressionless. That's when I realized they stopped greeting me and often ignore me. I always idealize that people at church would treat me the way that Jesus does. With grace, acceptance, and forgiveness but that's just not how humans are. They are judgmental. I guess I can't blame them. I have to pay for the consequences of my sin. I guess I lost credibility with them. One auntie even warned my gf to stay away from me. She happens to be a pastor and my boss. I guess she's just trying to protect my gf like a daughter. One time I was talking to this girl about her ministry. I wanted to help out. I got her number. Then I saw one of the higher ups pull her aside and say something in her ear When I asked her about her ministry, she never responded back to my text. I never hurt anyone else, only myself. This is a lesson about accepting myself and putting my faith in God rather than people. If I don't do so I won't be able to experience God's forgiveness and everyone's opinion of me will become my idol. What they think is their problem and ultimately does not matter. I know Jesus loves me and understands my heart. This job is just a stepping stone for something greater. Lord, please give me the strength to persevere and build character. Walk me through this father.

2. I'm taking Microbiology. I checked the reviews of each professor and went with the easier one or so I thought. From COVID came the inception of hybrid classes. Half online, half in person. These lectures are 1 to 2 hrs long and are jam-packed with tons of info. It takes me around 4 hours or more to finish my notes. There are literally exams, quizzes, practicals and exams every other week to every week. Last exam I studied my ass off. I tried to remember everything and couldn't. When I took the exam which is 55 questions, 5 being bonus, I finished in 25 min when we had an hour. When I got my grade, I was shocked to see I got 102/100. A++! When I was child, I was asking for help from my father in math. All he did was berate me. My mother being unstable and stressed from work came into the room and open hand slapped my face and head until I was dizzy and curled into a ball. I think from there even though I didn't know it, I internalized that I was bad at school. I always cheated, never did HW, skipped classes, and never studied. I went back to school when I was 32. Throughout this time I realized that I have great potential but I have to work hard. I exceeded my expectations on this last exam. May the Lord remind me that I can do it if I give it my all. Be with me father and help me persevere until the end.

Heavenly Father,

I realized that most things in my life have been difficult but God puts me in these situations for me to grow. He has great plans for me. When I trust in God, I experience peace. I don't want to worry too much about my mistakes. So as long as I have faith in God, I will go to where I belong and become whom God destined me to be.

There has never been a time where you didn't love me. Your love is perfect. You always wait patiently for me to come back to you. The heaven rejoices when the long lost prodigal son returns home. When you see me, you smile.

Lord God, I praise your holy and infinite name. You are the mightiest of mighty but yet the gentlest of gentle. You always have faith in me. So many challenges in life. All yet to mold me and help me grow. All to draw me closer to you and become who I am destined to be. You refine me in the fires of my tribulations to make my heart pure gold. You allow this pressure to turn my faith into a diamond and shine bright for this world to see. If the world is my oyster, then you are my iridescent pearl which I treasure so dearly.

Please be with me through this journey called life my dear beloved savior. Place your divine hand on my broken heart and piece it back together with your love.

In the precious name of Christ, Amen.

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etherrreal · 4 years ago

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“when you pass out at practice”

Pairing: tsukishima x reader ; kyotani x reader ; aone x reader Genre: comfort-fluff ; drabbles & headcanons Summary: the reader hasn’t been taking care of herself which leads to her passing out at practice Word Count: 2295 Warnings: fainting, or passing out, from sleep deprivation/not eating/heat exhaustion, some explicit language because i’m an adult A/N: thanks for the fun request! i took a little bit of artistic liberties with the scenario to keep it from being so repetitive so I hope you don’t mind! -Luna

it was rare that you had a beautiful sunny day on a weekend with no chores to attend to or work to complete

so when your boyfriend Tsukishima texted you and asked you to come join him for casual volleyball practice outside, you decided to take him up on that opportunity

however, not even a cap and some cold water could stave off heat exhaustion

Despite it being 95°F and so humid that the air feels thick when you breathe, it is a beautiful day outside. The sky is completely clear of clouds; the sun is shining directly on you as you, your boyfriend, and Yamaguchi head out to practice at the open field nearby Karasuno. The change of scenery was refreshing and even with it feeling just as hot as it usually does inside the school gym, the occasional breeze and lack of sweaty stench was a huge welcomed change.

There’s very little shade provided by the trees, but you lay out a small blanket under the nearest one anyway. You become the bag and bottle keeper when Tsukishima and Yamaguchi hand you their items, your boyfriend dropping it haphazardly onto the blanket while Yamaguchi delicately places it down with a ‘thank you.’

You usually don’t get to see Tsukishima practice, seeing as his normal practices run until the dead of night, so it was fun watching them set and serve the ball back and forth. When the occasional ball lands by your feet, you get the chance to enjoy setting it back to them, even if it often falls short or misses the target completely.

“Thank god you’re not on our team,” Tsukishima teases, as he watches the ball you set fall 6 feet away from him.

“Yeah, because I’d kick your ass. I know I’m a threat, and you should fear me,” you retort sarcastically. Before he turns away to retrieve the ball, you see him crack a small smile at your tomfoolery.

However, after a few hours of getting up and down repeatedly to send the balls back under the beating sun, your head starts to pound. Your body is radiating so much heat it makes you want to remove your skin. You know it’s just a matter of time before you start feeling physically ill, as well. You loosen your cap and drink some cold water in hopes that it will relieve some of the tension, but you just feel the same.

You decide to lay down on the blanket, cap laid over your face to block out the sun. You don’t know if you passed out or if you simply tuned out everything around you for a bit, but you jump when you suddenly feel something wet and cold touching your neck.

You reach up to swat it away, thinking it was a bug when you hear Tsukishima’s voice. “Stop that. I’m trying to help you, dummy.”

Relief washed over you to know that it wasn’t a beetle crawling up your neck but instead your stoic boyfriend pressing his plastic water bottle there to cool you down.

“Yamaguchi thought you died,” he brought up suddenly. “He actually ran to the store to get some more water after I told him to stop overreacting.”

You chuckle, picturing Yamaguchi already mourning over your body just because you were lying down with a cap over your face. “It’s sweet that he cares though, in his own weird way.”

Suddenly, the sky and Tsukishima’s crouching figure are in full view as he flicks the hat off of your face, feeling annoyed that you praised his friend and not him. “What do you think I’m doing, huh?”

“Aww, do you want me to tell you how you’re the bestest, sweetest, most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, and that I’m so grateful that you’ve graced me with your help?” you whine in a sarcastic tone, making grabby hands at the tall blond hovering over you.

He slaps your hands away, knowing that if you get your hands on him, you’d squeeze his cheeks and ruffle his hair like you always do. “Well, that’s the last time I ever take care of you.”

You know he doesn’t mean it and that, if you were ever in some form of peril, he would casually stroll rush to your rescue to make sure you’re okay. You hope that when you look up at him he can see how much you appreciate his efforts.

“Thank you, Kei,” you say sincerely.

“Yeah, whatever.” He sounds dismissive, but you can tell by the scrunched eyebrows and soft look in his eyes as he gazes down at you how much he worries about your well-being, and you’re genuinely grateful to have him be your unofficial nurse.

you heard from some classmates that your math teacher was seen printing out math quizzes

*cue studious panic*

you decided to completely skip lunch and use that time in the library to hit the books hard

your stomach was rumbling, your head was hurting, and your vision would become spotty if you stood up too quickly

you completed your quiz at the end of the day, but by then, you were starving and ready to get something to eat

in your panic, you forgot that you were supposed to meet kyotani after school so you could force him to go to practice that day (or else Iwaizumi would have your ass)

he heard your stomach make monstrous noises and when you let him know you hadn’t eaten, he looked more upset than usual to see you not taking care of yourself

“Let’s skip practice and get some food,” he suggests.

“What? So you can skip out on one of the few practices you go to? Absolutely not!” you reprimand.

“But you need to eat.”

“Look at you being a sweet boyfriend who cares,” you tease, watching him roll his eyes like he’s annoyed, but the pink hue dusting his cheeks says otherwise. “I’ll be fine. I should have an extra granola bar in my bag somewhere.”

"Whatever, if you say so." He turns his body diagonally, a gesture you know means 'walk with me.' Kyotani has never been keen on PDA, but one thing you have noticed is that he prefers for you to walk directly by his side at all times. To others, it may look like he’s uninterested in you, but you can tell by how often his arm brushes yours that it’s his way of showing affection.

You stroll across campus together, enjoying a quiet conversation with Kyotani about your day thus far. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the gym entrance, already hearing the balls slamming against the ground inside. You both switch out your shoes before walking in, him going to join his teammates and you finding a seat on the sidelines, seeing Iwaizumi give you a thumbs up for your job well done.

You take a moment to search through your bag for that granola bar you mentioned earlier. After sifting through books, loose notes, and forgotten pencils and pens, you realize you have no snack to tide you over until the end of practice.

The market is just down the road. I could probably go pick something up and be back quickly.

You wave Iwaizumi over, figuring you’ll tell him your plans while Kyotani is distracted so he won’t follow you out. You see his back turned to you as Oikawa speaks to the rest of the team, gesturing wildly with a volleyball in hand.

As Iwaizumi gets closer, you stand up and immediately begin to sway. Your vision grows spotted, and your head feels like it’s floating.

You hear Kyotani yell out your name before everything goes black.

When you wake up, the lights are beaming overhead as you lay in some sort of bed. Once you’re coherent enough, you sit up, looking around to see that you’re in the school nurse’s office. You pick up your hand to hold your still aching head when you notice a very angry Kyotani attached to it, already glaring at you.

Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, not quite knowing what to say after you just passed out in the middle of practice.

"I told you that we should've gotten something to eat," he starts, growling out each word.

You shrink into yourself, feeling embarrassed that you've upset him and couldn’t even take care of yourself properly. "I'm sorry, Kentaro.”

He notices you plucking the lint off your shirt to avoid direct eye contact with him. His eyes close as he collects himself, realizing that now’s not the time to lecture you for something you couldn’t have predicted.

He sighs, standing up slightly to lean over your slumped figure, laying a kiss on your temple. He mumbles a quiet apology against your skin, feeling bad for snapping at you when he should’ve been more kind. He’s working on that, slowly but surely.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” he says, holding your hand while you stand slowly from the bed. You wobble slightly, Kyotani quickly wrapping his arm around your waist to stabilize you. You give him a nod when you’re firmly on your two feet.

“From now on, if you’re hungry, tell me.”

You agreed reluctantly, not exactly wanting him to worry so much but knowing he wouldn’t let you leave without your compliance.

From then on, he always makes sure to check on you to check if you've eaten or if you need one of the many granola bars he now carries, and while sometimes it's annoying to have him acting like a mother hen, it's also very heartwarming to know that he cares about you that much. Not to mention, he’s saved your ass many times when you have to study overtime for another intense math quiz.

the end of the semester was coming to a close and you were scrambling to get everything done on time

there weren't enough hours in the day to study for finals, finish projects, complete homework, and also take care of your human needs, like eating and sleeping

so, you just didn't sleep one night, opting to stay up with some caffeine to power through all of your work

at the beginning of the next day, you felt energetic and peppy, but as it went on, the sluggish feeling started to settle in

by the end, you were feeling absolutely exhausted and ready to drop at any moment

however, you still wanted to accompany Aone to practice that day, as it was your favorite part of your week

aone initially insisted that you head home without him, but he realized it might be safer to go with him after practice, just in case you fell asleep on the train

It feels like it takes ages, but eventually, practice begins to wind down, soreness seeping into each and every team member’s muscles after hours on their feet. A few of them are still practicing quick attacks with each other, but Aone is one more move away from passing out from exhaustion.

He walks over to you sitting on the sidelines, watching you take longer and longer between each blink. Yet, when he gets close enough, you still manage to give him a small smile that kicks his heart into overdrive, his face, no doubt, resembling a tomato because of the gesture.

He sits on the creaky folding chair beside you, taking gulps of his water to try to cool himself down. He almost chokes when he feels your head press up against his shoulder, hand resting on his forearm gently. Sitting still as a rock, he tries to take his mind off his cute partner cuddling up next to him.

"We should stop somewhere and pick up some food on the way to the train,” he suggests, doing his best to ignore the warmth filling his cheeks. “Do you want anything specific?"

You're silent beside him. At first, he thinks you're contemplating what to eat, seeing as you're very particular with your cravings. But when two minutes pass, and there's not even a peep from you, he looks down carefully to find you knocked out against his shoulder, face squished uncomfortably and mouth parting with each deep breath you take.

Aone never pictured this happening to him –mostly because he didn't think he'd ever have a partner who'd feel comfortable enough around him– so he didn't quite know where to go from here. He could wake you up to at least bring you home, but if this is the first time you've slept in over 24 hours, he didn't want to deprive you of more necessary sleep.

The only way Aone can think of bringing you home is to carry you all the way to the train station and... Well, that's as far as he manages to get, but future Aone will figure the rest out.

He asks Futakuchi to gather his things for him because he doesn't want to risk waking you. After some light teasing, he hands Aone his packed duffle and helps put on his jacket with minimal stirring from you.

Aone thanks his friend with a nod before turning to you and slipping his arms under you, one beneath your knees and the other behind your back. He freezes when you begin shifting around, but relaxes once you settle into him.

Aone waves at his team on the way out, with what movement he is allowed, and begins his trek to the train station nearby.

His arms are aching after hours of practice, but it doesn’t matter, because you nuzzling into his neck with an adorable sigh gives him enough strength to carry you halfway across the country if he needs to.

Written by: Luna

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maria-akira · 4 years ago

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good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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READ PART 2 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

—♡—

"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

read 2:29 pm

Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

read 2:32 pm

Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

read 2:35pm

Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

read 2:40 pm

Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

read 2:43 pm

Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

—

"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

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It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

—♡—

tags mwah: @kitwalker02 @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @deademobitch @iheartfrogs101 @tatestripedsweater @mrs-march-ahs

i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

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atlabeth · 4 years ago

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fever - sokka x reader

this has been sitting in my drafts half finished for 3 weeks so i thot it was prime time i actually finished it

this is kinda based off the song w dua lipa and angele so you can listen to that if you want

summary: sokka's convinced there's a mystery illness keeping you from focusing, but somehow he's completely oblivious that the only 'sick' you are is lovesick, and he's the reason you can't focus.

a/n: i have never written a sickfic. but this is like. a fake sick fic. its an idiots in love fic. i mean this is coming from mr "is he taller than me? is he better looking?" himself so. it makes sense. as usual, this is not proofread bc im a lazy mf

also im sorry for being vague with the calc but i was NOT about to do math during summer who do you think i am? ??

wc: 1.7k

warning(s): mentions of being sick and 🤢calculus 🤮 but otherwise tooth rotting fluff

How could the smartest man you knew be so, so incredibly stupid?

You thought that you were being obvious, so obviously that you were sure he knew. It was embarrassing how obvious you were.

You had met Sokka in your calculus class at the start of the new semester after you ended up sitting next to each other, and it wasn’t a stretch to say that you were immediately smitten. With eyes like the ocean and a face that had to have been crafted by the gods, you were almost too distracted to respond when he asked you for a pencil. But when he winked at you after giving his thanks, it only solidified what you had already suspected: you had known this man for all of five minutes, and you already had a crush on him.

Little did you know, it was going to turn into the most infuriating crush you had ever experienced.

You and Sokka became fast friends even though calculus was the only class you had together. Unfortunately, it was also something that you completely sucked at. Bad news, it was required for your major. Good news, Sokka was some sort of genius and offered to tutor you — Wednesdays in the library turned into a weekly occasion, and served as an opening for your calculus skills, your feelings for Sokka, and your exasperation to all grow stronger.

You normally weren’t someone to beat around the bush. If you started to like someone, you told them and dealt with whatever happened after, but something about Sokka just kept you from spilling your feelings outright. You knew that if he didn’t feel the same way, your relationship likely wouldn’t change, but there was still that tiny voice that said it’s better to stay like this in case things do go wrong — and this was the first time you listened to that voice. You simply valued your friendship too much.

But that didn’t mean you were going to be completely quiet about it — you hoped that if you did enough, he would be able to realize you liked him and do the whole process for you. A bit of a dim hope, but crushes make people do stupid things.

Things like bringing an extra coffee to every session, laughing at all his jokes (even the bad ones), sitting a little closer to him than usual, not dropping out of this wretched class so you could spend time together (it might’ve been required, but you still counted it). He didn’t make a point to object to anything, so you knew you weren’t making him uncomfortable — but you had concluded after nearly a whole semester of working and studying together that he was the most oblivious person in all of Ba Sing Se. He could teach you all kinds of formulas, but had no idea that you liked him. Grand.

Today was arguably the most important session out of any of them, seeing as your next class was the final, so it was only fitting that Sokka unknowingly made himself more interesting than any material you could’ve been working with. His arms were going to be the death of both you and your calc grade. You swore that the heat rushing to your cheeks was actually emanating off of you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sokka grinned as he saw you and raised a hand in greeting, a sentiment you would’ve returned had it not been for the coffee cups in your hands. You settled for mirroring his grin and settled down in the seat across from him. You slid his coffee cup over, set your own down, then shrugged your bag off all before taking a seat.

“You ready to study ‘till your eyes bleed?” he asked, prompting a nervous laugh from you.

“You jest, but my eyes might actually start bleeding depending on how long we go,” you sighed. “There’s a reason I got an extra shot of espresso today.”

“Come on — by now you should know that you have nothing to worry about! I am the best teacher there is, and you got me all to yourself.”

Your eyes widened momentarily and you coughed, purposefully averting your gaze to give yourself some time to recover. Okay, he was going to make it really hard to focus today. “Let’s just get into it.”

He nodded and flipped open his notebook, beginning to talk as he rifled through his bag for a few extra things. “Okay, we’re just gonna start with going over the basics, then we’ll work our way up. There’s a couple practice problems on that page, so you can go ahead and answer those as a warmup.

You slid the notebook over in front of you and after approximately five seconds of looking at the first problem, found yourself studying Sokka rather than the material. Who could blame you? In the battle of cute tutor boy versus calculus, he was going to win every time.

He turned around and you immediately averted your eyes once again, trying to appear extremely involved, but you found that your mind was empty on anything to do with math. “Hey, uh— how do you do this first one? I’m totally blanking here.”

“We use limits in everything — this is actually something you’re really good at!” He studied you intensely and frowned. “Are you okay? Like, you’re not sick or anything, are you? You seem kinda out of it.”

You choked out a laugh and shook your head. “No, no — I’m fine. I guess I’m just a little tired.” As if to demonstrate your lie, you took a sip from your coffee and cringed internally. Love had turned you into an idiot.

He seemed to buy it as he nodded and picked up the pencil, scribbling a couple of notes as he explained the first problem to you. “Does that make sense?” You nodded and he handed the pencil back to you. “Okay — the other ones follow the same kind of process. It should be easy enough.”

You managed to get a little further in the second problem, but your lovestruck mind would not stop focusing back on Sokka every time you tried to do, well, anything. Curse him and his perfect arms, and eyes, and hairstyle, and everything.

You shook your head and set the pencil down once more, letting loose a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” Yes, you did. “I just can’t focus at all.” Because of you. You picked up your cup once more and took a sip, hoping it would do something to get you back into the math state of mind.

Sokka frowned once more as he put the back of his hand against your forehead. “God, you’re hot.” You nearly choked on your coffee as your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets — he had to know what he was doing by now — how could he not? “Like, you’re completely burning up. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, I swear— I just…” you set your cup down on the table and heaved a sigh that was a touch more exasperated than necessary. “Are you telling me you seriously haven’t noticed? Like, not a single thing this whole year?”

“I’ve noticed a lot of things this year,” he chuckled. “It’s kind of our whole job, so you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific.”

You finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Sokka, I’m not— I’m not sick! Haven’t you noticed that I’m only ever flustered, or running into things, or forgetting info, or— or just a complete idiot when I’m around you? I like you, like, a lot, and I have for an embarrassingly long time! The reason I can’t focus is because I am hopelessly attracted to you in every single way.”

His brows creased for a moment and you clamped your mouth shut, worried that you had just ruined everything. It was only after a pause that felt like a century that he finally responded, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Well, why didn’t you just say something?”

You stared at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in pure surprise before the annoyance set in. You set your jaw as your brows furrowed and you hit him lightly on the side of his arm with the back of your palm. “You can’t be serious! You— you’ve gotta be messing with me by now. I really can’t believe that you can be that smart but this oblivious!”

He finally let the grin play across his lips in full force and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, I don’t know how you don’t expect me to mess with you when you scrunch up your face all cute like that every time you get mad. Besides, I started liking you after that fifth class; I offered to help you out so I could spend more time with you! I didn’t realize you felt the same way. I kinda just enjoyed the free coffee and getting to look at you all the time.”

“I can’t believe you!” you cried as you hit his other arm. “You’re telling me that I had to deal with this- this mental turmoil about whether you liked me back, while you were just enjoying the free eye candy and coffee the whole time?”

“You have nothing to worry about! I enjoyed the company far more than the coffee,” he joked, a certain twinkle in his eye. “But, you are probably out a couple twenties after all of that. So, what do you say about this Saturday, the cafe by the shoe store? My treat.”

“Damn right it’s your treat,” you shot back, though you couldn’t stop the smile forming on your face. “You owe me a lot — you have to make up for those coffees and all the emotional distress you caused.”

“Oh, I think I’ll have plenty of time to make up for lost time. After all, we do have a lot of coffee dates to get through.” And when he winked at you just like that first day, you remembered just how impossible it was to be angry at Sokka. “But first, we kinda have to get through this study date. The final’s still happening tomorrow.”

You responded with a raised brow. “This is a study date?”

Sokka shrugged and grinned. “They’ve all been study dates. You just didn’t know it.”

idiots in love idiots in love idiots In LOVe

perm tag list: @dv0412 @siriuslyslyslytherin @maruchan77

atla: @marianne1806

#sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka x y/n #sokka fic #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender fic #avatar x reader #reader insert #sadie writes

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sukifans · 4 years ago

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aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)

SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message

loml: ladies, i need a girls night

loml: desperately

babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows

fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰

loml: y/n??

you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...

fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh

babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg

you: 😅

loml: TRAITOR BITCH

fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS

babygorl: WHORE

you: bruh.mp3

you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME

babygorl: lying is a sin y/n

babygorl: sinner

loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha

loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg

fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr

you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW

you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND

you: UNLIKE YOU RATS

fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀

you: STOP

loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen

you: HE’S NOT HOT

babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...

babygorl: his biceps 🥴

fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”

loml loved “his biceps 🥴”

you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!

fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl: uh huh yeah sure

loml: yall hear sumn?

NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)

“hey i’m omw up!”

you: whatever you guys suck

you: i gtg

fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW

babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!

loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)

you: desgostang.jpg

You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.

Idiots.

That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.

Definitely not.

The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”

“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”

Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.

Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...

You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.

“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.

You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”

“Why? You’re already taller than him.”

“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”

Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”

“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”

You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.

Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.

But you would certainly not “tap that.”

Well...

No. You would not.

You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.

For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.

You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—

“Okay, so basically—”

Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.

“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”

Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?

He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.

“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.

“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”

Fuck it.

Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.

He blinked. You blinked.

The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.

You bolted.

“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N)—“

You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.

“(Y/N)!”

Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.

“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“

“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”

“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”

He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.

“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.

“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.

You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.

“Sokka!”

“Hey, man!”

“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”

“Nice, dude!”

“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.

“Who were they?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Sokka.”

“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”

“Mine doesn’t.”

“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”

“Oh.”

“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Making fun of me!”

“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.

“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.

“You’re cute.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”

“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.

“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”

“Nope.”

Oh.

A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!

ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @blazedbakugou @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula @wooscottoncandyhair @chewymoustachio @ohno-caroline @sunflowerr-mami @1vitamin @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @u-4iia @nymeria-targaryen @tommy-braccoli @dizzy-miss-lizzieeeeee @a-sloppy-bitch @nomin-rights @siriuslyslyslytherin @starryncn

SOKKA TAGS: @fiantomartell @avatarayeaye @zvkta @sher-lockedmarvel @grandmascottlang @captainshazamerica @yuesallura

#sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka x y/n #x sokka #sokka fluff #sokka imagine #sokka fic #atla sokka #atla x reader #sokka #mine #requests #atla fic #avatar the last airbender

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nat1vibes · 2 years ago

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@manygalaxiesinone thank you for asking me this and i shall use the same template as you for ease. (might have missed some)

(inspired from this post)

Disgaea Generic Classes/monsters i'd hang out with!

Warrior: NEATHER YEAH! just coz im biased and couldn't say no. he could help me get into the mindset of working out! and... maybe get me one of them deals with the god of combat

Valkyre: Probably-maybe not. If she is as tsundereish as she seems then it would be a maybe not. But she is still kinda just a dorklike M warrior, so prob yeah!

Martial Artist: wouldn't hang out more than just maybe sparing with them to learn from them, or tea together.

Fight Mistress: yeah! but they seem a bit too high energy for me

Magician: Neather Yeah! we would be nerding out so much! and i'd love to see how magic is studied, even if i couldn't do it

Witch:...the gothic lolita is stronger than my ablity to see red flags. So yes i would. Maybe i'd just be her goofer but its fine

Clergy: yea. lil cute booger. He don't got anything wrong

Cleric: yeah! they are prety calm. maybe though i wouldn't find that much in common with us

Ninja: maybe. He seems cool. but like. trained assassin? can they have fun? would they not kill me?

Kunoichi: same as ninja

Samurai Male/Female: Loyal! pretty calm most of the time. Good friends to have around

Ranger/Strider: Cool guy, we could vibe

Archer: Not sure. she seems nice. But i might find them annoying after a while. Probably my fualt

Magic Knight: Sure! she is just great! i can't imagine they would like me much though.

Thief Male/Female: i'd maybe do some panks with them and that's it. I don't wanna stay close enough to be a target

Angel Male/Female: Hate them.

Gunner: Wild west nerd, we could vibe

Gunslinger: Smh Merchant from Phantom brave just dressed difrently. i dont trust her

Armor knight Male/Female: Yes! i will feel so at ease when being around them!

Beastmaster: Greaat gal. I'd love to hang out with the more dangerous monsters through her

Sorcerer: Ok ok, curses, voodoo. But she so cute tho! I'll overlook my lower lifespan

Masked Hero: Nah, posers

Professor: sure? but it's an other one of those that i don't thing we will hae much t otalk about. If she tries to teach me math i'll pocket sand her and run away

Psychic: she looks like a Chuunibyu. We vibing

Mecha Girl: Maybe? but idk

Sinner: i'd be afraid , they pretty scary

Prinny: i'd feed them like. 2 sardines PER DAY. With the profits i make from thier labour, i'd contiue to amass a following and be treated as prinny Jesus. Valvatorez will have t ofind me and try to change my ways.

Cheerleader: dont know alot about her. But id be worried where to look and be uncomfortable

Android: Nah. ill save my life to kill it with an other calss that would hate me

Necromancer: yes. Again lolita fashion wins

Medic: sure! I'd even go as far as trying out on flied medic assistant

Maid: HELL YEAH! Nat1vibes loredrop. Monstergirls are one of my weaknesses. And maid. Are an other one

Wrestler: Not alot. But i'd for sure let him coach me. work out together. he could lift me and my spirits!

Pirate: nah. Posh dudes

Dark Knight: YES. yeah yeah emo. But they are my chuunin babies. I'd play pretend with them

Sage: yeah! Give me multy attack!

Geomaster: nah. Hated those Old farts. Disgaea 2 item world was made a pain

Majin:Maybe? maybe not...depends if they seem me as like, a lowly human they might develop feelings like those of a pet rat. Or just kill me.

Bouncer:My own body guard!

Onmyo monk: Uptight smucks that think they are better than everyone? I'll slug him one! and die... coz they are high ranking

EDF soldier/Battle shuit:Literlly just human dudes. Depends on the guy

Kurtis bot:Maybe? probably not

Asagi(d5):Only if i could somehow make them belive, i am the true Asagi of an other dimention. That came here to find the TRUE asagi

Spirit: yeah...Kinda, they look lonely

Undead: nah. Zombos. Bleh. ''But nat1, you said yes to the mai-'' ''I'll slug you one''

Dragon: If they don't see me as a threat or food. Sure. Big guys. Seem to give nice hugs. Also... a point i missed. MAGICHANGE D2 SPEAR! D4 SWORD!

wooden Golem: Yee. nice tree bros

Lanturn: they look kinda scary. But they chill we vibing

Living Armor/Horseman: I wouldn't mind. But they probably won't find any value in me.

Felynn: Yeah! cat ladies! just hope they don't break me accidentally

Succubus: nah. Hang out? Well... Maybe. NO, they just out for my soul.

Gargoyles: i wouldn't mind one guarding my house

Nether Noble: maybe? Not like Sherafinas dad. But they aren't that bad. I remmember that lil oiky boy in d1

Orc: Only if they don't think they can mess with me. lil fart boys

Winged Warrior/If you mean mothman: Nah. I'd fall assleep to easely. not good for the slumber party

Flora Beast: yeah. I don't see how it could go bad

Roc: nah. Sorry. too smelly a breath

Rifle Demon: maybe if i could win their faivour with alcohol

Nosferatu:vampire dudes? nah. they would kill me

Feary: lil fae boys. Sure. adorable!

Sludge: nah. Slime

Shroom: nah. Again i dont wanna fall asleep when disgaea ppl are REAL!

Mythical Beast: Yeah! doggo!

Slumber Cat/Deathsabbers: i mean. They are just cats. Sure

Reaper: Well. they don't look only like they usually do. As we saw from Emizels dad. But still. They would probably kill me

Evil Eye: what even is this

Holy Dragon: Nah. too uptight about their pride

Imp: nah. lil shits

Fairy: Sure. lil guys

Rabbits: yeah!!! peaceful demons! yeee

Bear: YEEE big hugs! WAIT THAT A MOUTH in thier belly

Nine-tails: I mean... kitsune ladies

Twin Dragon: Again as with the dragon. MAGICHANGE SWORD

Zombie dragon: Yeah. looks evil. Probably is. But... they look so lonely and also kinda like. Friendable

#disgaea #disgaea gen classes #disgae monstes

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troubatrain · 4 years ago

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taxi - j. markstrom

a/n: i swore on my life i started writing this and then hours went by and it was done. by the way, aside from this song i still have yet to chose any players for the rest of this series and the google form is open for suggestions (it’s linked below) but anyways, i need to start by saying this got super personal for me and this showcases some of my own experiences with my own mental illness, and not everyone experiences those things the same way and i just want to remind everyone of that before they read! also, i definitely suggest listening to the song while reading it because it just feels right.

i need to tag @danglesnipecelly because k wrote a matty fic and in turn i’m legally required to write a marky fic

part of my lovely little lonely series

tw: mentions of depression, mentions of post-partum depression

“...and in the backseat, when you asked me, is the sadness everlasting? i pulled you closer, looked at you and said love, I think it is...” - Taxi - The Maine

Jacob wasn’t sure when things had gotten so bad.

You were doing better, and Jacob even thought you were doing better than before. You’d been going to therapy again regularly, less of Jacob forcing you to go for his sake and more of going by your own will. You were back on your meds, but even you admitted they felt like they might have been working this time around now that you found the right fit. The adjustment to your new surroundings in Calgary seemed to be going smoothly, spending time with Annica and Elias like you weren’t constantly battling with your own demons.

But god you were.

Jacob honestly thought you were braver than anyone he’s ever known. You met a few years back, when you used to throw on a smile just to walk out the door and Jacob was just starting to make a splash in Vancouver. He was the only person who seemed to notice you in the large crowd you were who was mingling with a few of his teammates. He knew you were something special in that moment, and he’d tell you everyday until you started to believe it. What he didn’t know at the time was, you’d just gotten diagnosed with depression and you were tackling it on your own. Not a soul knew about the days you couldn’t wait to sleep because it was the only time you were able to turn your brain off. They didn’t know about the mess in your apartment that was so embarrassing but you still just couldn’t clean it. And they definitely didn’t know about the long drives where you just thought about never coming back.

Jacob didn’t know these things for a while, but when the signs became clear, he tried his hardest to understand. He came over and cleaned your apartment when you were at work, shrugging it off when you asked him what prompted him to do it. Jacob made sure you were taken care of on days he knew you weren’t able to do it yourself.

Then the east coast road trip happened.

Your relationship was new, and you hadn’t told him what was going on even though it was becoming incredibly clear that he knew. Jacob has always been patient, and you always joke it’s because he’s a goalie, but the truth was that his heart was bigger than him. You called him, teary eyed while you sat on a park bench in the middle of Vancouver and told him you couldn’t do this anymore. At first he thought you were talking about him, maybe he’d overstepped a line he shouldn’t have, but it was clear you meant life. It was just too much, and Jacob knew it was time to push talking about it.

So you did, you laid there in the bitter cold on that bench until the sun came up and talked to him about your mental illness. You talked about your therapist who you’d been seeing but you were honest about the appointments you skipped. You talked to him about the full pill bottles in your bathroom because you didn’t want to take them but you didn’t want anyone to notice you weren’t picking up prescriptions. He was calm, listening to your words and not reprimanding you on the stall in your recovery.

Everyone moves at their own pace Y/N, you can move like a turtle if you want to and I won’t tell you to hurry up and get better.

Jacob never pushed, but that didn’t mean he didn’t educate himself. He read and read and read, everything he could on how he was supposed to help

you. He took classes, he listened to talks and he’d even attended meetings with other people who were in his same position. He wanted to understand, and he did his best to. Jacob did this because he loves you, and he wanted to make sure that was never going to be something you could question.

So that brings him here, standing in your shared bathroom while he counted how many pills were left in that orange bottle and he just knew the math wasn’t going to add up. Jacob runs a large hand over his face, rubbing his temples while he spun out about how this could be his fault. Maybe he should have stayed in Vancouver. Was the change too much for you?

“Babe?” You call out, leaning against the bathroom door and looking at him sadly. Your voice was soft, it always was, like Jacob being in distress was more important than the hell he’d seen you go through.

“Have you been skipping days?” Jacob asks, never with an accusatory tone. He learned that lesson, watching you shrink at his words when he asked if you’d been in bed all day. You start to utter an apology, Jacob raising his hand at you to stop because you didn’t owe him one, “Why didn’t you call?”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, your lip quivering while you tried to find the right words. Jacob didn’t look mad, he wasn’t - he was feeling guilty. He promised you, if you called it didn’t matter if he was in the middle of a game, he’d be there as soon as he could, “You need to be with your new team-”

“Fuck my new team,” Jacob scoffs, shaking his head and opening his arms to you, “You think I’d want to spend any more time with Elias than you?”

“No, I just,” You sigh, pushing a piece of your hair back that seemed to just fall back into place, “I didn’t want to be a bother, you need to be with these guys all the time and how can you do that if you’re worried about me?”

“I can do that because I want to do it,” Jacob reminds you, pushing that same piece of hair back where it belonged, and it stuck, “I don’t feel like I have to worry about you, I want to.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier not to?” You ask, wrapping your arms around Jacob’s waist and pressing your head into his chest. His heartbeat was steady, he was steady.

Jacob was the most stable thing you had in your life. You couldn’t figure what you’d done to experience unconditional love like that, a person to care for you so much that they would do anything to make you happy. He calmed you on the days you needed most and he never pushed you harder than he thought you needed. Turtle speed. He always called it that, but he’d rather see you move slowly to get better than throw on another fake smile.

“My life wouldn’t be easier if you weren’t in it,” Jacob hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Do you want me to set out your meds for the week? In that little container I got you?”

You nod, making a promise to yourself to take the step in getting better. Jacob reminded you constantly, you can’t do this for him, you needed to do it for yourself - he was just helping. He was always going to help.

***

You seemed better.

Jacob swore you were actually doing okay, the little check ins he was doing was working and when he got back from his next road trip - nothing seemed wrong. You were standing across Johnny’s house, laughing along with Annica and a few other girls and Jacob knew that laugh was a real one. This was good, seeing you out laughing and smiling.

“So, when is it going to be time for you?” Annica asks, her hand running over your ring finger, “Marky has to be thinking about having a few running around soon.”

You wish it hadn’t set you off. It was a simple question anyone would ask a couple who’s been together this long.

Children was a conversation you weren’t ready for. The thought terrified you, not because you didn’t want to have them, it was the post-partum talk. You knew the risks, all of the things that could happen after and you didn’t want to stomach that. What if you weren’t enough for your kids? They didn’t ask for a mother who couldn’t get out of bed sometimes let alone take care of them, and you’d be insane to think that was a healthy way to raise a child.

Jacob’s eyes remained on you while you rushed out of the house, fiddling with your hands and shaking your head. That was your tell, and Jacob excused himself immediately, chasing you out of the house. His hands grab your cheeks, steadying you for a moment and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“She asked me when we were going to the marriage and kids thing and,” You ramble out, closing your eyes and shutting your mouth. Jacob knew where you were going with this, it was fear he had too. It was the reason there was a ring in one of his coat pockets at home that’s never been opened because he was waiting for the right time. He’d wait forever if he had to. You were the one there was never a doubt about it.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now,” Jacob sighs, knowing this conversation was far too heavy to be had in public, “But, you’ll never be alone, I’m never going to leave, I’m never going to pressure you into anything. When you’re ready I will be too, but I don’t care how long it takes.”

“What if it’s too late for kids?” You whisper, the fear that Jacob could tell you he’d wait forever but you’d seen him with kids, he was made to be a father.

“We can adopt, foster, whatever you want,” Jacob assures you, the idea of having children never had to be biological to him, “Chucky asked me if we were looking to adopt the other day…”

You let out a laugh, looking and pressing your lips to Jacob’s. You couldn’t thank him enough, not like he’d ever let you, but he was so good. You leaned your head on his shoulder, watching Calgary pass you by while Jacob hums to the radio next to you in the cab to get home.

“You think I’ll always be like this?” You ask, a question that could have been for either of you.

“There’s always going to be bad days, but you’re never going to be alone on them. I promise.”

“Turtle speed?”

“Turtle speed.”

#jacob markstrom #jacob markstrom imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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